Klaus's POV
From the amused looks on Aria’s parents' faces, I could tell they thought I was being too clingy with their daughter. But I couldn’t help it. She was my mate. Every instinct in me screamed to protect her, be near her, touch her, smell her. Showing affection wasn’t embarrassing to me—it was natural, automatic. And frankly, I didn’t care how I looked.
As we said our goodbyes, Zion clapped a strong hand on my shoulder and said, "I trust you, Klaus."
Those four words made my chest tighten. Zion wasn’t just any father; he was an Alpha, a white wolf, and he had just given me permission to take care of the most precious thing in his life. I bowed my head slightly, honoring the moment. "Thank you, Alpha. I won’t fail her."
It was hard not being able to tell them that Aria was my ma
